| R-o-c
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| Memph bleek
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| Jigga man
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| Missy, twista sho nuff
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| Yeah, yo Dont get mad at me
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| I dont love em I fuck em I dont chase em I duck em I replace em with another one
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| You had to see she keep calling me big
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| (and another one!)
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| And my name is jay-z
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| She was all on my dick
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| Gradually Im taking over your bitch
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| Coming over your shit
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| Got my feet up on you sofas, man
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| I mean a hostess for my open hand
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| You coming home to dishes and empty soda cans
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| I got your bitch up in my rover man
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| I never kiss her, I never hold her hand
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| In fact I diss her Im a bolder man
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| Imma pimp her, its over man
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| When I twist her in the gold sedan
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| Like Im goldie man, youre bitch chose man
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| Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
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| Wedding bands dont make it rosy man
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| Oh is that your chick
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| Why she all in his six?
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| With her hand on his dick
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| Keep licking her lips
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she all in his ride?
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| With her hand on his thigh
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| Keep looking in his eyes
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| Oh is that your chick?
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| You better tell her chill
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| While you all in his grill
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| Dont you know that man kill?
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she beeping him?
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| Keep praising him?
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| Cause thats bleek and them, trick
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| Yo check it now, yo, yo Your hoe chose i I aint gonna lie
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| What I look like turnin down chocha
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| Drove by, smokin lye
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| Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
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| Hop in the passenger side of the ride
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| Damn bleek, cant speak
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| Uh-huh, okay, whats up, shut up And close the door
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| Act like you been in the drop top
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| On the open road before
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| Fix your weave, then fix me Ever gave head doing 160?
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| Ever seen a pair of kicks this crispy
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| How you love how the white wife beater fit me M-dot, him hot, them not
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| (thats gangsta)
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| Oh is that your chick
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| Why she all in his six?
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| With her hand on his dick
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| Keep licking her lips
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she all in his ride?
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| With her hand on his thigh
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| Keep looking in his eyes
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| Oh is that your chick?
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| You better tell her chill
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| While you all in his grill
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| Dont you know that man kill?
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she beeping him?
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| Keep praising him?
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| Cause thats bleek and them, trick
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| Tha jigga and twista got em screaming
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| Like a demon fiending for the semen
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| Chrome gleaming like the dome off keenan
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| Gone while Im leanin smoking
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| Im whip it in the stomach
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| Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money
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| Why you acting so funny?
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| You know she been flirting while your working
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| Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
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| Poppin that pussy
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| Sweatin till no fluid is left
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| When I come in the party with j we gonna do it to death
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| You gon ruin your rep
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| Trippin while we pimpin these hefers
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| Playa lectures got me shining like a new gator stepper
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| Must have been mad
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| When your ho put my stuff in the dash
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| Bust in her ass
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| To climax I come up with a nab
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| The game dont stop
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| Legit ballers bending up the block
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| Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props
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| Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her
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| Cant help it if she yellin with a ridah
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| Oh is that your chick
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| Why she all in his six?
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| With her hand on his dick
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| Keep licking her lips
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she all in his ride?
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| With her hand on his thigh
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| Keep looking in his eyes
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| Oh is that your chick?
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| You better tell her chill
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| While you all in his grill
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| Dont you know that man kill?
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she beeping him?
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| Keep praising him?
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| Cause thats bleek and them, trick
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| Yo, yo Why you home alone, why she out with me?
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| Room 112, hotel balcony
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| How she say jay you can call the house for me?
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| Theres no respect at all
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| You betta check her dawg
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| She keep beggin me to hit it raw
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| So she can have my kids and say it was yours
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| How foul is she? |
| and you wifed her
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| Shit, I put the rubber on tighter
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| Sent her home, when she entered home
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| You hugged her up What the fuck is up?
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| She got you whipped, got your kids
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| Got your home, but thats not your bitch
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| You share that girl, dont let em hear daddy earl
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| Itll make em sick that his favorite chick
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| Aint saving it, unfaithful bitch
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| Oh is that your chick
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| Why she all in his six?
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| With her hand on his dick
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| Keep licking her lips
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she all in his ride? |
| With her hand on his thigh
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| Keep looking in his eyes
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| Oh is that your chick?
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| You better tell her chill
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| While you all in his grill
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| Dont you know that man kill?
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she beeping him?
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| Keep praising him?
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| Cause thats bleek and them, trick
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| Yo how dumb the pimp?
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| I heard he trick
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| Bought a new five, maybe a six
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| Copped that for his new down bitch
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| And I was digging that down since 96 shit
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| Memph man Ill take your bitch
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| Let her do her thing, give brain in the whip
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| And you know how it go when it come to the hoes
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| She can do the same thing to the clique you know
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| Your hoe chose, dont get mad at me Got your wife callin me daddy
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| Put her out on the street let her get that cheese
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| My bad is that your freak
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| But you know how a thug do When a nigga hit that, its fuck you
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| Keep it snug, tre deuce in the boot
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| Niggas wanna act, get a motherfuckin slug too
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| Oh is that your chick
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| Why she all in his six?
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| With her hand on his dick
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| Keep licking her lips
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she all in his ride?
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| With her hand on his thigh
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| Keep looking in his eyes
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| Oh is that your chick?
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| You better tell her chill
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| While you all in his grill
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| Dont you know that man kill?
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she beeping him?
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| Keep praising him?
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| Cause thats bleek and them, trick
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| Cool out homie
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| You betta keep her away from my balling clique
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| Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix
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| From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks
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| From catz who order cris play the floor with the knicks
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| That can only lead to something unfortunate
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| Hot boy like jigga man scorch your bitch
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| Play the floor dot jigga man go first
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| Then we all rock cause we all hot
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| You know the boys from the roc got them whores on lock
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| Got them bitches in the smash
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| Making yours drive fast
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| Cause we get more cash than the average nigga
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| All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga
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| Cause imma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that
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| You would fuck mine
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| How the hell can you knock that?
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| Im just playing the cards choosenly
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| Jigga man who ya supposed to be?
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| Oh is that your chick
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| Why she all in his six?
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| With her hand on his dick
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| Keep licking her lips
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she all in his ride?
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| With her hand on his thigh
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| Keep looking in his eyes
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| Oh is that your chick?
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| You better tell her chill
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| While you all in his grill
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| Dont you know that man kill?
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| Is that your chick?
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| Why she beeping him?
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| Keep praising him?
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| Cause thats bleek and them, trick |